Marjoreece Oneshots

I still want you

TW: blood/cuts/nosebleeds, panic attack

(Marjorie's pov)

"Reece is where?!?" I yell at Autumn.
"Stop yelling. He's here at mine is what I said!" she yells back.
"Why?!? I've been waiting for him for hours now!"
"Okay and I'm sorry, but I think you need to get here," she says calmer.
"Why?" I ask coldly.
"Because your husband has turned up on my doorstep all bloody, and I have no clue if it's his own or someone else's," she yells, clearly losing her patience.
"WHAT???!??" I scream down the phone, grabbing my keys and running to my car.
"Marjorie jeez."
"NO NOT JEEZ. YOU HAVE JUST TOLD ME MY HUSBAND IS COVERED IN BLOOD. SO I AM ALLOWED TO PANIC AND WORRY," I scream down the phone at her, letting all my anger and frustration from the evening out, but also my worry and panic about Reece.
"Marjorie, I'm sorry."
"I'll be there in five," my voice instantly dropping to barely a whisper as I worry about him, praying he's okay. I hang up the phone, before Autumn can respond, starting the short drive to her, making sure I'm going to make it even shorter.

I burst through Autumn's door, hearing her in the kitchen.
I run through to the kitchen, finding Reece sat at the kitchen island, Autumn cleaning up his nose.
"Autumn? Reece?" I announce myself, and they both look up at me, neither one saying anything. "Hello?"
"Sorry," Autumn says, "Just cleaning up his nose, he has a small nosebleed. And some scratches on his face. Could you help with the ones on his hands and knuckles?" she asks, and I nod, walking over to them.
I grab an anti-septic wipe and take one of his hands, gently wiping his knuckles, my heart breaking every time he winces and slightly pulls his hand back. Once I'm sure it's clean, I grab the bandage on the side and wrap it gently around the knuckles, trying my best not to hurt him anymore.
"One done my love. I've just got to do the other one darling, okay?" I say to him softly, but he just nods, refusing to look or say anything to me.

"Marjorie, just get on with it. He's refusing to talk, stop trying to get him to now. Just get him cleaned up first," Autumn says to me, still nursing his face.
"Okay, sorry," I mumble, feeling a bit like I'm getting told off.
I clean his other hand carefully, this one having more scrapes and bashes than the other, before bandaging it up like the other.
"There, done," I say, placing his hand down gently and walking out of the room and into the living room, not being able to bear looking at my lover like that, especially when he won't look or talk to me.
"I'll sort her," I hear Autumn say to Reece, before she walks into the same room as me, sitting down next to me on the sofa.

"Marjorie," she says, but I just shake my head, "Okay fine, don't look at me. Look, this isn't your fault, and I can just tell you're blaming yourself."
"How can I not?! I was so angry at him for not coming home, I was angry at him for not letting me know before just disappearing! And then I find out that he is hurt, and I was so angry at him that I didn't think to try and find him! I can't believe myself Autumn! So no, you don't get to talk to me like that when all I was doing was just reassuring my husband and making sure he knew what was going on because the guilt is eating me alive!" I yell at her, standing up and walking to the other side of the room, as far from her as possible.
"Marjorie, don't you get it?! He turned up here, at my house! Not yours! Why do you think he didn't go home, huh?! He came to his sister instead of his wife! Think about that! And I know more about Reece than you do, I know that if he's not talking to you, it's better not to just talk at him! So maybe you listen to me when I say things, he didn't even want me to call you Marjorie, but I did! Think about that, your own husband didn't want you!" she yells back, before leaving the room.

My mouth is slightly open in shock at what she just said. I know I yelled first, but I didn't say anything hurtful like that. She just told me Reece doesn't want me, he didn't want to even call me.
Deep down, I always had a feeling that he didn't, and he was only staying because he got himself in too deep when he didn't mean to, but I thought it was just me overthinking like normal. But that's just confirmed it, he doesn't want me, he never really did, did he?
I sit on the sofa, holding my head in my hands, as I start to cry. I let everything pour out, all my built up anger, and worry, and sadness. Everything, and it's all coming out now, in one big go, and I can't stop it.